Zhang Xiuzhi knew how to do the last step of getting off the car on her own, without Zeng Wangcai’s instruction.
The bicycle stopped, and Zhang Xiuzhi said with a reluctant look: "Let's go back and ride again tomorrow."
Zeng Wangcai didn’t know what time it was. The professor’s task of riding a bike had been completed, and he had no other excuse not to go back.
The two came out of the park, and Zeng Wangcai took control of the bicycle: "Xiuzhi, I'll take you."
Zeng Wangcai had no intention of using the brakes when riding his bike with Zhang Xiuzhi. He really just wanted to take Zhang Xiuzhi back with him and familiarize himself with the business at night.
But I didn't expect that riding a bike with someone is not an easy thing, especially with someone on the back seat, which can easily make the center of gravity of the bike unstable and the steering wheel dizzy.
"Are you able to do it? You're riding the bike straight, hey hey hey, don't fall over..." Zhang Xiuzhi jumped onto the back seat and found that Zeng Wangcai was riding the bike crookedly, so she had to find a handrail.
Anyone who has ridden in a 28-liter bike knows that although the back seat is large, there is no place to hold onto the handlebars, so normally the person sitting in the back seat has to hold onto the rider in front.
If Zhang Xiuzhi wanted to help, the best option would be to support Zeng Wangcai's waist, but she did not choose that.
She grabbed the corner of Zeng Wangcai's clothes, but it happened that the fabric of Zeng Wangcai's clothes was a bit old, and the pure cotton texture could not be pulled.
Swish!
Because of the force, a hole was torn from the collar to the shoulder of the short-sleeved shirt.
A minute later, the car stopped and the two men sat in silence, the atmosphere awkward.
Zhang Xiuzhi was thinking that Zeng Wangcai’s cycling skills were too poor, while Zeng Wangcai was thinking how to explain the clothes incident when he returned.
"Give it to me, I'll ride, I'll lead you, you go to the back!" Zhang Xiuzhi was silent for a few seconds and took back the power to control the car.
I don’t know if there are women bringing men with them, but at least there aren’t many.
But it was late now and there was no one around, so Zeng Wangcai didn't bother to worry about it.
Zhang Xiuzhi got on the car smoothly. Zeng Wangcai jogged a few steps and jumped on it. He crossed his legs and stepped on the screws of the support frame. He held the spring of the seat cushion under Zhang Xiuzhi's buttocks with both hands...
At the entrance of the courtyard, Zeng Youqian was lingering at the entrance because of an unexpected situation: "Why hasn't Wangcai come back yet..."
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